RIP little Schatzie, the ancient thorn in my side. We had to have her euthanized at the beginning of March, and somehow I never found the words to tell the blogosphere. Her health started to deteriorate rapidly, and rather than prolong the inevitable, we made the decision to end her life in a humane manner. She lived with us for 8 years, and considering she was 20 when we adopted her, she lived a good, long life. I always joked that I gave her palliative care for the last 8 years, but in truth, the last 3 were very demanding. We miss the old girl, though.
Somehow, going from a dead cat to a turkey vulture seems morbid beyond belief. These birds are so big, it's hard to comprehend. When they circle the thermals, they are immense in the sky, and dwarf all other birds. I've zoomed in here - the astute will notice the light standard in the bottom right of the photo looks like it's
that close, but in reality it's over a kilometre away.
I waited and waited for my swallows to return this spring. Maybe Cappie gracing the beams in the barn beside the house didn't look like the welcome committee they imagined, because for the first year in over a decade, we're swallow-less. I'm really, really worried about this. We've had a hard spring so far, with a really big frost about 10 days ago that annihilated the asparagus and grapes. As it is, it's the end of May, and for the record, it was 8C this morning, and tonight, the wood stove is on. Things don't bode well for the swallow population with conditions like that.
Tessie's quite the character. The three cats have found their new places in the house
sans Schatzie and Cooper. I call the new dynamic "BobCat and his Harem". The two girls provide Bob with just enough attention, and while the younger Capucine pounces on Tessie quite relentlessly some days, it's a very harmonious, easy-going sort of peace that reigns supreme. Tessie's our sensitive, independent one. Capucine's boisterous and pats me on the shoulder when she needs petting. And BobCat's staked Cooper's spot on the bed, and most mornings, I wake up to both Bob and the Cappers, staring at me from the foot-end of the bed.
Spring sprang suddenly, and at some point in April, we traded winter boots for sandals. We went from heating to using air-conditioning in the space of a week, but then things normalized. The heavy frost mid-May even frost-bit the tender ash leaves that had just begun to sprout. In 12 years here, it was the first time I can remember something like this happening.
Capucine is such a regal looking cat. Her personality is larger than life, and she loves being petted and fawned over, but only on her terms. She has so many little chirps and meows, and is very vocal.
It's hard to believe Tessie the scrawny stray became such a chunky girl. She has the nicest, fluffiest fur I've ever seen on a cat. It's funny how I'd never, ever had a tabby cat, and within a year, we find ourselves with two.
We've had a lot of rain in May. For the first time in a long time, the field across from the house is planted with wheat. I think it's been corn for the past 5 years, and if memory serves, it's been wheat only once in the last dozen. It seems to be the flavour of the year, since most fields in our area were planted with wheat this spring. The fields are now verdant and brimming with life.
Speaking of brimming with life, this was our tap water about a week ago. The town even had the gall of putting a notice in our mail saying it was perfectly potable, but there were some "clarity issues". You don't say? I don't even want to shower with it, much less drink it. Since then, the quality has improved, and hopefully with the added rain filling reservoirs and lakes and rivers, we won't encounter another 5 month-long boil water advisory like we had last year.
And that's May, in a nutshell.
Not exactly the prettiest of birds, but graceful and elegant in flight.
...and finally, joined by its mate, here are both birds:
I was glad to see these birds up close, they are impressive, mainly because of their size, but something tells me our little swallows will provide us with more antics this summer.
Gaining access to the great out-of-doors is her prime objective in life. She's only 8 months old and is still too young for unsupervised visits outside, but given the opportunity, she bolts out of the house, her little paws barely touching the ground as she flies out the front door. We race out in hot pursuit, trying to corral her back into the house again. The little bugger is fast, and knows she can take shelter if she runs under one of our cars in the driveway, looking at us with beady eyes and a knowing glance as we flail our outstretched arms in the hopes of grabbing her. Obviously, these moments happen when we're already running late and have time-sensitive obligations to attend to.
